The deviant had been firing his gun wildly, blue blood leaking from Adolf’s arm; having been shot by the left behind Android, who had been hiding until the deviant hunter found him, which resulted in him firing at every moving object he gazed upon.
When Adolf has finally reached him, he was pinned against the wall, his hand on the deviant’s wrist, a faint memory appearing in his memory: “Hindenburg” it said, and he heard the deviant being called Rudolf in the background; the source unknown, but at least Adolf knew the spazzing Android’s name.
The Android had pointed the gun to his own chin, firing and sliding down out of Adolf’s grip, resulting in the deviant hunter standing and trembling as he stared at the corpse, having felt the Android known as Rudolf die as his lip quivered, hearing questions like, “Are you okay?” being repeated, and all he could reply with was simple: “I’m okay.”
(Not the best but yknow I’m trying fam)
Tag: rudolf hess
Starving
@reichblr-ficathon (what’s up bitches I’m not done yet)
Rudolf stared down at his food, his stomach no longer biting at the tissue of its own organ, no longer feeling pain and misery when he looked down, he felt nothing, nothing at all as he scraped the food into the envelope, sealing it with his red seal before slipping it away, away from the guards’ views.
He wasn’t sneaking food to eat later, like most prisoners did, he didn’t even trust the food in the first place, so he snuck his rations away and slipped them into envelopes before sealing them shut and hiding them away, thinking that if he was too careless, he’d be beaten, and he’d be beaten hard, but that wasn’t true, that was his skittering mind fooling him, like it fooled him every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week, every month, and every year.
His clothes draped over his thin frame, which had continued to decrease in mass by the week, a body once healthy, plenty of meat protecting his bones, has now been destroyed, the only thing being his body that he hadn’t completely destroyed yet being his frail skeleton and his paper thin skin, and at this rate, a simple nudge will hurt him, hurt him more than he could ever hurt himself.
spanking
“M-Mein führer, please stop!” Rudolf cried out, forced to his führer’s desk, his hands held tightly behind his back with strong, firm hands, his trousers at his knees as Adolf brought the paddle back to the deputy’s rear, the sound firm, echoing through the room.
“I can’t stand you and your nonsense, Rudolf, and you know this well, but I wanted to drill it through your thick skull.” The man replied, moving down to the weak man’s trembling thighs, swatting them violently, making the deputy sob out, his knees buckling.
Adolf set the paddle aside, gently pulling Rudolf’s trousers back up, buckling them back into position, hiding the red marks that stained the crying man, who managed to utter out, “I-I’m so sorry me-ein führer, I won’t misbehave again, and I promise!”
water sports
@reichblr-ficathon (I’m really sorry, like legit super sorry this is gross and weird but someone had to do it)
Rudolf was perched on Albert’s bouncing knee, nervously glancing around at staring Spandau prisoners, watching them whisper and giggle as his brown eyes glistened with tears, which he was desperate to hold back as the dark haired man pressed onto his bladder, trying to make him leak in hopes it’ll get him to release, but the man didn’t want to, at least not in front of several others, and certainly not on his dear friend’s knee.
“You can go, it won’t matter to me.” The architect whispered into the deputy’s ear, making the bushy browed man shiver at just the sound of Albert’s quiet voice, which could make anyone shiver, but not just with what he whispered, how he whispered, or with that thick German accent that coated his every word, but it was the fact his breath was as cold as a Russian winter.
Being so distracted by the man’s breath, he let himself go, urine seeping through his trousers, soaking Albert’s knee, and puddling and dripping onto the bench and ground, the sound of liquid pattering echoing through the deputy’s ears as his face flushed a bright red, hearing others gasp in shock and Albert chuckling, making him embarrassed, but, at the same time, somewhat aroused at both his humiliation and the way his trousers stuck to his thighs and stained the architect’s knee in the process.
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